Seductive Ink Novels & Stories

Then with deliberate ease, Inker stands and starts walking toward me. That damn smirk still on her face. Her hand brushes along her own body and my breath catches. She knows exactly what she’s doing. “You like what you see, don’t you?” she purrs, voice low. Dripping with seduction. “You can’t stop staring.” Her hand slips back to Cassie’s breast, giving it a squeeze that makes her gasp, then she turns back to me.. “You like it when she squirms, don’t you, Stan? Don’t lie.”

I asked him in a seductive tone. “I…” he hovered over me. “I want to f*ck you so hard…so hard until you cry out of pleasure.”

Even his breathing slowed down due to the novel stimulation. “What’s wrong, baby?” Alexander asked seductively; he enjoyed seeing the lust in Dylan’s eyes. “Bastard, stop it!” Alexander grinned when Dylan cursed him albeit he couldn’t get away from his seduction. “Shh, stop fighting and let it go.” “Argh!” Dylan moaned softly as his emotions intensified in response to Alexander’s palm moving beneath his t-shirt.

Maybe this was my chance. “I’m Jane,” the woman said, gesturing for me to sit on the velvet-lined sofa. “Here at Luxe, we cater to an exclusive clientele, and we'll make sure that you'll be compensated well and generously. We offer a high level of discretion and service. So, If you’re serious about this, there’s no turning back. This is about reclaiming your power, your confidence, and your independence. We’ll make sure you’re taken care of.” I took a seat, still unsure, but the weight of the decision in front of me felt lighter. I had nothing to lose.

Pleasure flooded her insides, making her more wet. She screamed when he sucked her nipple, throwing her head backwards as she bounced back and forth. Alessandro cupped her ass, raising it up a she rose. He spanked her ass, earning a deep moan. The odor of sex and sweat filled the air as Isabelle’s voice rang out while Alessandro groaned and breathed faster. The sound that erupted out of her mouth drove him to the edge and he groaned as he came close to his orgasm, his dick pulsed and twitched, growing bigger and she rocked it faster.

The heat spread through her entire body, making her clit throb and her nipples harden painfully. The invisible entity started fucking her — slow and deep at first, then harder. The bed creaked with every powerful thrust. Aria moaned loudly, pushing back against the phantom cock like a desperate slut. **“Good girl,”** the voice purred in her head. **“Your body belongs to the ink now.”** The fucking grew savage. The phoenix was claiming her, using her cunt for payment. Aria came hard, screaming into her pillow as her pussy clenched and gushed around the burning cock.

Barely perceptible in the morning light. "The old ink formula is iron salts and oak gall. When it dries, it leaves a brownish residue under the fingernails. It cannot be washed away. Marcus wrote the Code with this ink for two hundred years. His fingers are forever stained brown." He raised his eyes. His silver-grey pupils held a faint, pale glimmer. "That is your next lesson. His habits. His flaws. Every detail may one day become your blade." Cain said nothing. His hand moved from his sword hilt. He reached over and took the cold coffee from Luna's hand.

My seductive aura had become almost impossible to control, pulsing outward in thick, rhythmic waves that filled the entire floor with sweet, fertile heat. I was soaked. Constantly, my pencil skirt clung uncomfortably to my thighs, damp with slick that refused to stop flowing. My heavy breasts ached, nipples tight and sensitive against the silk of my blouse. My clit throbbed with every heartbeat. The shift urges made my vision sharper, my hearing keener, my sense of smell overwhelming. Damien's smell dominated everything. It made my wolf want to drop to all fours and present for him. I hated it.

The liquefied crimson ink from the black envelope did not just stain Elena’s fingers; it sank directly into her skin like a swarm of microscopic, freezing needles. She tried to fling the melting paper away, but the dark parchment vanished into a thin, foul vapor that smelled of burning copper and rotting southern orchids. A sudden, dizzying wave of nausea hit her, making the granite walls of the master suite tilt violently before her eyes.

I remembered his mouth on my neck last night, nipping, sucking, sending sparks straight to my core. My hand moved of its own accord, sliding up my thigh, pushing the hem of my pencil skirt higher. The fabric whispered against my skin, cool air kissing the exposed flesh. I traced the edge of my stockings, garters still clipped from the day, and imagined Noah's rough palms doing the same slow, deliberate, building the need until I begged.